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11 • chantage

A/N

There's a scene in the last third of the book where all the dialogues are in Italian so instead of sitting and translating every line I'm simply typed them out in English (in italics) for everybody's convenience so let's pretend we all understood the sexy Italian showdown

This is probably one of my longest chapters yet, hope you enjoy

love lilac

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c h a p t e r

11

chantage

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n i c o l á s

I WAS BORED OUT OF MY MIND.

The party was in full swing, and after meeting Leonardo and his gang, I had nothing else to bother myself with. I did a quick sweep of the dance floor, eyeing all the brunettes in hopes of taking one home with me tonight.

"Bored, fratellino?" drawled a cool voice beside me as Leonardo filled the stool and asked the bartender to pour him a lemonade. It was game season, and if the coach found out he was drinking, he would have him by the balls.

[ Italian. younger brother ]

"Not for long," I replied until my eyes rested on a woman in a golden dress, her figure was accentuated by the material as her lush brown hair fell swiftly down her back like silk. Her head tipped back as she laughed at something her other friend had to say, her arm holding a clutch bag swinging.

I had found myself, someone. "As I said, not for long."

Leonardo followed my gaze to the woman, his eyes darkening under the dimmed lights of the club as he brought them back to me with a slight change in his demeanour. Scratch that, a lot of change in his demeanour. His jaw was set, and he looked at me as if I had demanded him his left foot.

"Not her." He growled.

I blinked, completely taken aback by the man in front of me. Leonardo belonged to a family close to ours, creating opportunities for us, the heirs, to mingle at every function. Despite having almost five years on me, he was something very close to a friend I had found in this vile society. He taught me how to play football, or soccer, as they called it, on American soil.

A friend who was glaring at me.

"Now, now." I smirked, glancing back at the woman in gold, "What do we have here?"

The said man sipped at his drink slowly, his gaze flowing between the both of us as if he couldn't resist the temptation. I watched with fascination at the man who loved fooling around as much as I did, perhaps not as much, but enough.

"Nothing."

My smirk deepened, but I knew better than to tickle a sleeping beast as we fell into a conversation regarding his upcoming matches. He really had a shit ton of things to do, including insurmountable photoshoots and interviews.

"I don't get it. Why are you doing endorsements? You have enough financial stability." Leonardo took a sip from his drink, his gaze momentarily flickering to the brunette, who suddenly whirled around to face us.

I watched her gulp visibly before she took her bottom lip between her teeth, breaking the contact and walked away.

"I need to participate in group endorsements. It's what is expected of the team." He shrugged nonchalantly while my eyes zeroed in on another woman on the dance floor. She had her arms wrapped around another girl of much smaller stature, almost similar to that of a certain Indian who had been constantly on my mind since I had landed in Italy.